The Beloved Guide Was Forced in a Love-Rival Shura Field - Chapter 105

Heartache.

An unparalleled, overwhelming heartache gripped him as if an invisible hand were tightly squeezing his heart, nearly draining all the blood within it.

He knew what Ning Ning was doing.

He knew just how much it was costing Ning Ning.

He wished he could rush to the scene immediately, interrupt everything, press that reckless little fool into his arms, scold him with the harshest tone, and then soothe him with the gentlest touch.

But he couldn’t.

In Xiao Lin’s eyes, there was another, even more complex emotion.

It was… almost a proud, boastful kind of feeling, unlike anything else.

Look.

That’s my Ning Ning.

That’s my treasure.

So fragile, so soft, like porcelain that would shatter with the slightest touch.

Yet so strong, so compassionate.

He was a god walking among humans.

A moonlight capable of calming all suffering.

A… one-of-a-kind god who belonged solely to Xiao Lin.

This extreme contradiction made Xiao Lin’s gaze terrifyingly intense.

It was a mix of a “whoever dares to look at him even once will have their eyes gouged out” kind of possessiveness, and a sense of “the entire world should kneel and worship him” supreme pride.

The officers behind him felt the surrounding air thicken; a terrifying mental pressure radiated from the Marshal, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.

Then—

An unexpected event occurred!

“Report, Marshal! The outer perimeter has detected a large convoy approaching at high speed!”

“Identification signals… it’s the Royal Guards and… the Empire’s First Medical Team!”

“The lead vehicle’s identity… Prince Second, His Highness Gu Qingfeng!”

The series of urgent reports shattered the silence of the command center.

Xiao Lin’s pupils contracted sharply.

Those eyes, already unfathomably deep, were instantly filled with a molten-gold, terrifying killing intent.

Gu.

Qing.

Feng.

How dare he?!

…

At the fire scene.

Ning Ning’s singing gradually quieted.

He felt darkness closing in, his legs weakening, nearly unable to stand.

Just as he staggered, about to collapse—

“Woo—”

A light, quiet engine sound, different from the military hovercraft, approached from a distance.

Before anyone could react,

Dozens of pristine white hover medical vehicles, marked with the Royal Iris emblem, silently and precisely broke through the chaos of the outer perimeter, reaching the heart of the scene.

The doors slid open.

A group of medical personnel, dressed in white sterile combat suits, with solemn expressions and precise movements, emerged like finely tuned instruments.

They showed no panic, immediately dividing into dozens of small teams.

Diagnosis, triage, first aid, transport—

The whole process flowed like water, without a single unnecessary word or motion.

The previously chaotic, wailing scene was instantly infused with a strong, reassuring order thanks to this descending force.

The survivors, just pulled back from the brink of mental collapse, hadn’t even recovered from the shock of the miracle before professional medical staff took over.

Efficient, calm, professional.

This was completely different from Xiao Lin’s “Guardians,” whose order relied on overwhelming force and a bloody, ruthless presence.

This was civilized, rational, and far more reassuring.

At the forefront of the team,

A figure slowly stepped down from the lead vehicle.

He wore a sharply tailored black long coat, underneath a spotless white shirt buttoned to the top.

His short black hair was perfectly styled, his handsome and gentle face carrying a just-right, compassionate smile.

It was none other than the Second Prince, Gu Qingfeng.

He was like a divine envoy stepping on moonlight, elegant and calm, incongruous against the surrounding ruins and blood.

His gaze, piercing through all the busy people, fixed precisely on the silver-haired youth, swaying and weak.

Those eyes, usually always smiling and unfathomable, for the first time, revealed undisguised heartache and… determined resolve.

“Ning Ning.”

Gu Qingfeng stepped forward quickly; his voice was like the richest cello, warm and resonant, effortlessly cutting through all the noise.

He ignored the “Guardian” team captain who immediately stepped forward, radiating a “keep away from him” aura.

In his eyes, there was only the pale, beautiful youth whose mere presence made hearts tremble.

Ning Ning’s singing had completely stopped.

He panted violently, vision blurred, seeing only a tall, elegant black figure approaching.

Such a familiar aura…

It was Gu Qingfeng.

“Well done.”

Gu Qingfeng stopped in front of Ning Ning, locking eyes with the towering “Guardian” captain, yet his gaze remained gentle, glued to Ning Ning’s face.

“You’ve saved the souls of all these people.”

His voice carried a subtle, satisfied sigh.

“Now, it’s my turn to save you.”

He extended his hand—gloved in white—toward Ning Ning’s cheek.

It was a gesture full of reassurance, yet radiating ultimate possessiveness.

The “Guardian” captain’s gaze sharpened; his muscles tensed violently, an S-class sentinel’s aura exploding, attempting to push Gu Qingfeng back.

Yet Gu Qingfeng only smiled faintly.

An equally powerful, yet more subtle and softer mental force, like an invisible, gentle net, effortlessly dissolved the threat.

The Nine-Tailed Fox’s mental power had never relied on direct confrontation.

Its specialty was infiltration and disintegration.

“Step aside.”

Gu Qingfeng’s tone remained gentle, but his smiling eyes were devoid of warmth.

“Your Marshal only taught you to cage Ning Ning with brute force.”

He paused, each word clear and deliberate:

“I… am here to heal him.”

The words struck Xiao Lin’s reverse-scalp like a precise, poisoned dagger.

Far away in the command center, Xiao Lin slammed his fist onto the alloy console!

“Boom—!”

The unyielding console was dented by the force of his punch!

“Gu! Qing! Feng!”

His teeth ground together, eyes bloodshot, the terrifying killing intent nearly taking physical form, seeming to pierce the screen, intent on shredding the elegant, smiling man into pieces!

At the scene,

The “Guardian” captain, receiving the Marshal’s overwhelming fury, gripped his high-frequency blade, entering the highest combat stance.

Tension surged to a breaking point.

Ning Ning felt dizzy and faint, like a fragile boat caught in a storm—on one side an impenetrable wall of steel, on the other a gentle yet irresistible whirlpool.

He was trapped in between, nearly suffocating.

Then—

Gu Qingfeng’s personal terminal beeped lightly.

He glanced at it; the smile on his lips deepened.

He looked at the tense “Guardian” captain with mild amusement, then returned his attention to Ning Ning, voice tinged with playful authority.

“Seems someone is more anxious than we imagined.”

He retracted his hand from Ning Ning’s cheek, and instead, in a gesture that could not be refused, firmly took Ning Ning’s arm, guiding his weakened body half a step toward himself.

Leaning close to Ning Ning’s ear, his warm breath brushing against the sensitive lobe, he whispered a voice meant for only the two of them:

“Don’t worry, Ning Ning.”

“The world has heard your song.”

“Now, it’s time to show them who truly has the right to stand by your side, clearing all obstacles for you.”

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